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Post by Augustus Rookwood on Aug 7, 2009 12:10:27 GMT -5
Going out or in any way playing nice wasn't really up Augustus' alley. Unless, of course, it was to further his own success. If he weren't such a womanizer, he would have been the perfect boyfriend because he always seemed to know what to say and what to do. He could have been a mastermind at relationships, if only he cared enough about other people.
But because of this, he also knew that tonight, it might be necessary. Fiona was an ideal employee; she would keep his secrets until she died, she always worked, she never questioned. It was out of her devotion to him that this was the case, and even girls like Fiona would get wise eventually.
So on a free day from the school, he returned to the office and made his way to her desk, where she always was. And he smiled at her.
"Come on. Put away whatever you're doing."
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Post by Fiona Kinsella on Aug 7, 2009 16:53:20 GMT -5
Fiona wasn't expecting him, so she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the unmistakeable sound of his footsteps. She could recognize him approaching no matter what other noises filled the room, it was like her own particular brand of radar. Any sound that she associated with him--the sound of him walking toward her, the booming sound of his voice from several doors away, the seductive rumble of his rare but beautiful laughter--was like music to her besotted soul.
She looked up, unable to breathe for a moment as he smiled at her. She could have melted into a puddle of goo under the table at that smile.
"Where... where are we going, Mr. Rookwood?" she asked, her voice high-pitched and breathy. She hoped it wouldn't be the club again, but Merlin knew, she'd follow him to hell and back.
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Post by Augustus Rookwood on Aug 7, 2009 18:45:27 GMT -5
"Dinner," was Augustus' reply, easy and somehow very matter-of-fact the same time. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
Of course she hadn't, and Augustus knew this. He was going to be charming tonight, really treat her to a night out. Besides, even he had to admit that she worked so hard for him that she deserved something nice. So really, this wasn't all about him.
Augustus held his hand out to her, that devilishly charming smile still in place. "It'll be my treat."
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Post by Fiona Kinsella on Aug 10, 2009 1:14:09 GMT -5
Fiona couldn't breathe. Surely she was dreaming. This was like one of those dreams that she had where he took her out and they went back to his place... and she woke up all sweaty. She was dangerously close to actually melting into a puddle of goo. She must not have heard that right.
"D... dinner?" she repeated, her incredulous tone coming out as a barely inaudible whisper.
She stared at his outstretched hand, while her own hand trembled on the desk. Merlin, this was not good. Not only was she hallucinating, but she was probably making a fool of herself as well.
But his hands were so big and strong... She wanted to place her own small hands in his. And he was still holding it out for her... how could she resist?
Taking his hand, she gave a tremulous smile. "That's... very kind of you," she said.
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